HALF-LIFE
Life,
begins as a line
and ends in zero.
Veins, thrust
to feel the pulse.
I
touch the lines,
they live.
I Cloak it
in myself.
It comes out.
I see it
on
your face.
Adm and Eve,
recoils
the white snake
and wolf, free!
The self
roams in
chartered streets,
peering at windows.
The soul twisted
folds
a half-life in mechanical rhythm.